i often forget that one day i will go home

28Jun08

i’m writing again and having writer’s block again.
my body continuously changes from solid to gas and back to solid again.
sometimes i am moth-like and bitter in my intentions when i am cutting open cocoons.
i am trying to stop but apparently it is as addictive as heroin.
the heaviness sill lingers.
i don’t know if i’ve ever had [...]

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i am most beautiful when no one is looking

20Jun08

i wouldn’t know what to to do with a man’s love if it was given to me. one shouldn’t waste their time with me in my bed, my bathtub, my hands. you must be trying to trick me if you’re interested. waiting to ask me to the dance to pour pigs blood [...]

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kaleidoscopes

16Jun08

there’s something continuing but not unraveling.
it needs to become something else and not remain the same.
i believe it to be exhausted.
the blood in its tubes is getting old and thick.
i smelled the smell similar and searched for its source but didn’t find it.
there is nothing equivalent.
there is a lack of energy and a new loss [...]

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i smell like a baby

10Jun08

there really is no one who i can hand over buckets of abundant care. i’m having difficulty shaking out, drying off the irrational feelings. little parasites. horned, teethed, and feeding. robustly boring. i was caught sleeping naked in the mouth of a dead fish, got dressed, apologized for it, and [...]

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